Quiet

The knock hits the door like a slap. Nikki freezes mid-breath, blonde hair stuck to her lip, Isiah’s thick black cock buried half-way up her ass. The visitor isn’t leaving. Every rustle could give them away. So they stay locked together, sweat running between them, hearts pounding louder than any moan could. She bites the pillow while he starts again—tiny, lethal thrusts that drive deeper each time. Her ass grips him, tight, hungry. He slides out just long enough for her to taste herself on him, lips stretched wide around that dark shaft, spit and slick coating her tongue. Then back in, slow, cruel, her body jolting without a sound. The stranger knocks once more. Isiah’s palm presses flat over her mouth. He keeps fucking her, deeper, inch after inch, her ass taking every thick pulse until he finally unloads, hot and heavy, right where no one else can see.